Chapter 238

"Sigh..." Feng Yongshou sighed long. "At that time, I clearly knew that Yongshou was absent-minded because of the Huang Daxian matter, how could I leave him alone in the shop.

When we came down the mountain, I saw that the door was ajar. Although we often have guests here, we pay attention to closing the door as if sealing the boundary of life and death, and will tell guests to close the door when they enter and leave.

The door being ajar was very wrong. I was the first to rush into the door, only to see the ground soaked in the sunny day, and the courtyard was as quiet as death. My cloth shoes stepped on the ground with a patter, and I will never forget that sound in my life.

That pottery wheel was still turning, and the mud embryo was pulled halfway. It seems that Yongshou was interrupted by some accident while working. My parents and I shouted Yongshou's name inside and out, just seeing his shadow. I didn't expect that this farewell at Qingming Festival, my parents didn't see Yongshou come back until they died.

They kept muttering until they died that Yongshou was taken away by Huang Daxian. However, no matter how they went to the temple to pray, it was useless.

Until you, the Great Immortal, took over the temple and saw at a glance that my family was missing someone.

This gave me hope for Yongshou's whereabouts again.

Although..." Feng Yongshou choked up, "it's also good, I hope my parents have found Yongshou below, they can finally be reunited."

This past event, in Feng Yongshou's narration, was like a folk supernatural legend.

But in Qi Fei's ears, it was another story: "Feng Yongshou witnessed a murder case and was likely killed to silence him." He said and suddenly asked very concernedly, "Is the person who claimed to be Dong Nansheng male or female?"

"Yongshou said it was a man," Feng Yongshou replied.

Qi Fei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this answer. Since the white bones were found under the maple tree, the dark shadow he dared not touch had always been restless, wanting to break out of hell.

"Besides the name and gender, did he describe any other characteristics of this person?" Qi Fei continued to ask.

"Said he looked young, only twenty-something, small in stature. Yongshou said that when this person came, he wore an ill-fitting suit, as if a child had stolen an adult's clothes. However, that eyebrow and eye, it was very similar to the one he saw eaten by Huang Daxian, looking a bit like a foreigner.

But we asked everywhere according to the appearance Yongshou said, and the nearby towns and villages all said there was no such person." Feng Yongshou said.

However, hearing this, the dark clouds shrouded Qi Fei's heart again.

Beside him, Zhong Kui had always been watching him with a sharp gaze.

Qi Fei caught a glimpse of this extremely clear gaze of Zhong Kui, which he hadn't seen for a long time.

This was the gaze she had when she first met her and faced the suspect.

Based on his understanding of Zhong Kui, he immediately asked: "Kui, do you know something?"

"Lao Feng's words, I heard them when I first came to Sanwu Town. A thin man in an ill-fitting suit, willow eyebrows, double eyelids. As a police officer, you should have your own judgment." Zhong Kui's words were clear without a single word.

Qi Fei was silent, and in Feng Yongshou's uneasy gaze, he said for a long time: "Dong Nansheng's name is fake, so his other things may also be fake."

"For example, gender," Zhong Kui broke the point.

"What, you mean, the person who came to order the urn that Yongshou saw was a woman?" Feng Yongshou said and thought of something, and said to Qi Fei, "Oh, you are a police officer, I have something here, I don't know if it's useful to you."

He said and walked into the inner room, and after a while, he carefully held a wooden box and came out.

He placed the wooden box on the stone pier in the courtyard and opened it. Inside was an urn.

"This is the urn ordered by the person named Dong Nansheng, made by my brother himself. Until Yongshou disappeared, no one came to collect this urn. For so many years, I have kept it separately, although I don't know what's the use of keeping it." Feng Yongshou said, looking straight at Qi Fei, "You are a police officer, you look at it, maybe there are any clues we can't see."

Qi Fei picked up this round urn, which was as big as three tea jars. It could be seen that Feng Yongshou's craftsmanship was good, the arc was beautiful and the glaze was translucent.

Feng Yongshou muttered: "This can be considered the best jar produced in our place during that period. Before this, I don't know what evil spirit was committed, and several batches of jars were burned and scrapped one after another, either the glaze shrank or there were bubbles and pinholes, which never happened before."

Zhong Kui seemed to be particularly interested in his muttering, and asked with her hands behind her back: "How did it get better later?"

"My father said this kiln had evil spirits and needed to be purified. We followed the ancestors' methods, burned incense and prayed, cleaned the kiln, and it really got better afterward."

"Is the kiln you are using now still the one from twenty-seven years ago?"

"Of course, it's in the backyard."

"Shall we go and see?" Zhong Kui said immediately.

Qi Fei, who was still examining the urn, didn't understand why Zhong Kui suddenly became interested in the Feng family's kiln. Before he could figure it out, the urn in his hand was taken away by Zhong Kui and placed aside.

Zhong Kui pulled him and walked to the backyard: "Go and see the ancient kiln."

"No, our time is urgent, there is no time." Qi Fei was very unwilling.

But for Zhong Kui, he always compromised. He said so, but he had already been dragged by Zhong Kui through the living room to the backyard.

I saw a bun-shaped kiln one story high in the northwest corner of the courtyard, with a chimney on top, which looked somewhat inconsistent in front of the black-tiled and white-walled Jiangnan folk house.

"This urn is also porcelain. In our trade, we say that porcelain is born in molding and dies in firing. After working hard for a long time, it depends on whether it is burned or not. I remember that during that period, this kiln always emitted black smoke. As soon as it emitted black smoke, I knew it was bad, and this furnace of jars was ruined again. Our business is about delivering on time. It was agreed that two days is two days, and three days is three days. At that time, accidents happened one after another, almost smashing my Feng family's signboard."

Zhong Kui listened to these words of Feng Yongshou with rapt attention, and then asked: "When you burn porcelain, how high will the internal temperature of this kiln be?"

"That's very high, it must be over a thousand degrees." Lao Feng replied without thinking.

Zhong Kui blinked when she heard this: "That is high enough to burn people into ashes, right?"

"Of course."

Hearing this, Qi Fei vaguely realized something and asked Zhong Kui: "Did you think of something?"

Zhong Kui's gaze looked in the direction of the Huang Daxian Temple: "In the bloody murder that Feng Yongshou saw, did no one see the corpse?"